Your heart went woodward where the fairies dance
What time the moon its silvery sheen sifts down.
You loved the reeds and rills,
The sea, the shore, their glamour and romance,
And all the climbing hills.
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And when you made escape, and sensed the wild
Aromas beat about you, when you fared
By tracks unwonted, like an unleashed child
You gleefully your gay abandon shared.